Arbor Day

Posted by Mike Spoodles on March 23rd, 2007 filed in fiction, food

Annie Pitts cuffed her right hand to her husband Leroy’s left hand. Then she did the same, except with the opposite hands.
“Nobody else is here.” Leroy’s face was pressed on the bark.
“They’ll be here,” Annie replied. She could not see Leroy.
“It’s raining.”
“So?” Annie’s face was not pressed on bark.
“So they don’t [...]

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